By Chen-ou Liu

Facebook outage

I listen

to midnight stars

Chen-ou Liu

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

Around in circles,

Just going through the motions

Making lemonade

Sarah Mahina Calvello

By Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

little peacekeepers

i forget everything else

watching the sparrows

Nancie Zivetz-Gertler

By Ana Drobot

heatwave –

Dali’s clocks

melting

I long for a trip

back in time

Ana Drobot

By Liz Kornelsen

flash—

a second’s worth of light

firefly

Liz Kornelsen

By Katja Fox

highland retreat —

so alone among

a thousand midges

Katja Fox

By Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

starlit night

the dark blanket

full of holes

Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

By Steliana Cristina Voicu

lighthouse piercing the sky…

my tea

moon infused

Steliana Cristina Voicu

By Jennifer Gurney

sand in my suitcase

Michigan

follows me home

Jennifer Gurney

By Karen O'Leary

once around

the Monopoly board

no bills

Karen O'Leary

By John J. Dunphy

family reunion

pausing at the doorway

my shadow still outside

John J. Dunphy

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loneliness

the bitter cost

of being myself

Alvaro Carrasquel Gomez

By Deborah Karl-Brandt

playing favorites

our bunny likes me

better than him

Deborah Karl-Brandt

By Robin Dake

Fairy Circles

Early grass wet, cool.

Mushrooms growing in the round,

Nature’s fungi art.

I lie down for the picture

And hear the fairies singing.

Robin Dake

By Joan E. Cashin

The sun fades at last

so a paragraph of light

can tell us the tale.

Joan E. Cashin